Wee Groundhog
I come out of my hole
everyone is staring at me,
what exactly do they want?
Why won't they let me be?
Every single year that passes
I always have to endure pain,
look to the sky you stupid people
I can tell it's going to rain!
They keep waking me up
every, stinking, bitter, freezing year,
I just want to be left alone to sleep
every February second, brings me to tears.
Just because your stupid calendar says
to come by and knock on my door,
"Stay right where you are please
I'm feeling rather ill and poor."
The door gets knocked down anyway
they let in the harsh, Winter chill,
"I'm trying to have a bath right now
and I've taken a headache pill."
I've tried my best to run away
they grab me by the scruff of my neck,
haul me out of my protective home
and I yell, "WHAT IN THE LIVING HECK?!"
I try to wriggle myself free
just want to scream and shout,
but all I can do right at this moment
is stare at these stupid people . . . and pout.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Feb.2/2015
Poor groundhog. Being manhandled. LOL
Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015
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